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’ Her lashes fluttered. ’ ‘Ah, non?’ Her voice was neutral. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. That is why I came to London. “I love this warm end of summer more than words can tell,” he said. ‘It is pretty. Opening her large black eyes, she fixed them upon him for a moment with a mixture of terror and loathing, and then averted her gaze. She was marvellously pretty, but he was not quite sure—yet—that it was advisable for him to sit with her in so public a place. "I will," answered the prisoner.
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